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{{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the the rim of the world, they watched the procession thunder across the desert, a mile below. | {{a|opcoboone|}}{{smallcaps|As a blood-red sun}} dipped to the the rim of the world, they watched the procession thunder across the desert, a mile below. | ||
<div style="text-indent: 20px;">An eighteen-wheeler operations battle-truck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket gunships, kicked up a wide pillar of dust | <div style="text-indent: 20px;">An eighteen-wheeler operations battle-truck, flanked by a pair of [[COO]] picket gunships, kicked up a wide pillar of dust that billowed and hung over the desert. Ahead of the convoy, a thin track snaked ten flat miles through desiccated scrubland to a low-lying, dusty settlement ringed by observation towers. | ||
The watchers stood on an arête, 4,000 metres above the plain. The tallest of them was shrouded in a billowing canopy. The outriders either side of him straddled dirt bikes. | |||
The watchers | The three watchers took it all in. They exchanged glances. They ''knew''. Presently, the towers around the settlement flashed coordinated pulses of light: ''three long, three short, three long''. | ||
The tall one pointed and said, “That’s it. That’s the signal. It is time.” | The tall one pointed and said, “That’s it. That’s the signal. It is time.” | ||
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“Right.” | “Right.” | ||
“But that says, “O. S. | “But that says, “O. S. O”.” | ||
“It’s encrypted, George. Now ''go''.” | “It’s encrypted, George. Now ''go''.” |